“There is nae competition, lass. Ye were mine the moment I decided to play.”

When her father declares a competition for her hand Erica is devastated. But before she can flee, a dangerous man joins. And he intends to make her his.

Death follows Laird Hunter everywhere he goes. So he vows never to take a wife. Only, he still needs a mother for his niece. And winning Erica’s hand might be his only chance–if he keeps his distance. No matter how tempting his bride of convenience is.

Yet when he finally claims Erica’s lips, she tastes like his downfall…and Hunter is ready to drown in her.